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Character Theme: (Optional)Battle Theme: (Optional)Quote: "Even if I'm lost, I won't shout out. Who would hear it anyways?"

Name: AilaAlias: n/a Gender: FemaleAge: 16Birthdate: 01/19Sexuality: BisexualSpecial Characteristics: A deep purple rune is engraved upon her hand, symbolizing her bond with her grimoire. This rune glows during spell activation and deactivation.Personality: Aila is usually a rather flighty and unfocused girl, and is very quick to act on her thoughts. This usually pegs her as a troublemaker to those around her. She is known to say exactly what she feels and won’t sugar coat her words at all. She has considerable difficulty making true connections with other people due to several abandonment issues. Instead she opts for small shallow relationships with those she chooses to associate herself with. She’s not afraid to abandon an ally if things go wrong and will feel next to no remorse for doing so. People she forms a true connection with will see this behavior reverse. She will become overprotective and urge them to run with her at the slightest sign of trouble.Likes:-Birds- Aila has a fascination with birds and the freedom they possess. -Freedom- One that should be obvious and the main reason wasn't to fond of guilds. She enjoys being able to make her own decisions whether they be good or evil. She can easily become hostile when people tell her what to do.-Reading- Contrary to her ordinarily energetic behavior Aila is an avid reader and enjoys many genres including fantasy and mystery.Dislikes: -Fighting- Aila sees fighting as barbaric and doesn’t enjoy taking an active part in it. However, her grimoire sees combat as a means to spread your philosophy and won't hesitate to force the girl into a fight.Motivations: -Finding her human family- Being abandoned at such a young age left her with a natural curiosity and hope of finding her real parents. She wants to know why they abandoned her, and won’t hesitate to take revenge should she not like the reason.

-Revival- This is more of an obsession. Ever since she was bound to her grimoire she has wondered about the many laws governing life and death. The cycle of rebirth is an especially avid topic with the girl. Fears:-Thunder-The night she was abandoned she was caught in a terrible thunderstorm. This left her with a deep seated fear of both thunder and lightning. This fear has been known to debilitate her if the storm is especially bad.-Claustrophobia- Partly due to her love of freedom she is terrified of being trapped in an enclosed place. This fear multiplies if she is left unable to move.

General Appearance

Height: 5’5”Weight: 112 lbsHair: Light BlondeEyes: GarnetSkin Tone: Light Appearance: A girl of average height and size. She usually chooses to wear clothes that are easy to move around in. Her most common outfit (The one pictured above) Consists of a short sleeve black dress shirt beneath a white hooded sweatshirt with a bunny shaped hood. She usually pairs this with a black skirt or shorts. She has short blonde hair and a gentle looking face. Her eyes often have a bit more fire in them despite their pale garnet color. With her always is a bright blue book, engraved with runes.

Guild

Guild: n/aTattoo: On the left side of her stomach; IndigoRank: D

Extra

Friends: EriEnemies N/A

History: All along she had been abandoned. Though she was born to a normal family, during a relatively normal time in the world and was raised as any normal child was, she still had the abnormal fate of simply being left behind. A Million and one emotions flared in the girl despite her young age. Sadness, fear and pain were the most prevalent. Only a few days into her abandonment she was taken in by the local church of whatever town she had been born in. Even she wasn’t sure. She remembered a church and so she figured that she had stayed in one at some point. From there the memories go fuzzy. She remembers friends, though their faces are just a fragmented blur. All of them were adopted, but nobody wanted the sickly looking girl with empty eyes and so again and again she was left behind. Abandoned. Slowly but surely she was used to the feeling and began to behave in a more upbeat manner hoping and hoping to be picked up. Yet still people saw through the farce. More blurs enter her memory from here.

The memories flash forward to a priest that she had come to care for. Every day he would read her a story until she fell asleep. She could almost remember his smile. More than anything else she lived from day to day in hopes of hearing that story. Of feeling as though somebody cared enough to sacrifice their time for her. However time is an incredibly cruel thing and one aspect of it was age. You see, the priest was not exactly young by any means and so eventually there came a day where the girl was forced to sleep without her precious story time. The priest had died. She was abandoned once more and this time it was the universe itself that was at fault. The child fled. She couldn’t deal with a place that accepted and pushed away so many.

Unbeknownst to her, a robbery was taking place in the very forest, in which she had chosen to hide her getaway. Before she knew it she was caught in a battle. All around her there were sparks, and flashes of light. The girl was terrified, but had nobody to call out to. Who could possibly save her? Heck who even knew she existed? Everyone who might have cared had left her. So what was she afraid of? Then she felt it. A piercing pain shot through her being and the world began to grow dark. In her stomach was a spear of what appeared to be light. Her eyes drifted upwards to witness another man, dressed in guardsman armor being struck by a fireball. The mage that had thrown it let out a maniacal laugh and brandished a bright blue book. His movements grew erratic and spells began to fly in various directions. Another spear struck her in the arm and she drifted back a few feet from the force. A pained whimper escaped her lips. Immediately the crazed mage's eyes snapped to her. He stepped forward with a grin on his face. Slowly... so slowly he approached. Aila fought to stay awake, her body had long given up any hope of fleeing and simply laid there limp. She felt the weight of the book upon her lap, followed by a flash of purple light as the man before her was devoured by it.

When she next came to, her hair was being stroked by a gentle looking woman with glowing blue eyes. She sang an odd song and the wounds from the spears began to fade.

"Hello little one" The woman said as she ran her fingers through Aila's hair. She smiled down at the girl on her lap. Aila wanted to stand, but she was entranced by the woman's smile. The way she was looking at her... As if she was important, needed even. A loving gaze that she saw only in scattered memories from her past. So long had she desired such a gaze and it had come so randomly. Could she be in heaven?

The warmth of the woman's hand as it moved across her cheek revealed that this wasn't a cruel dream. She wasn't back at the orphanage, she wouldn't wake up from this with a heavy heart in only a few moments. She smiled.

The woman was Eri. One of several spirits imprisoned within the grimoire. By becoming the books new owner, Aila was promised the ability to be with the woman always. In her desperation to belong, she willingly sold her life away and scribbled her name upon the first page. Only then was she forced to bear the burden of all of the voices gnawing at her being. The cries, the screams of agony and desperation. She fought to keep them from consuming her. Eri assisted her in this, and over the years she managed to supress them all save for Eri herself who remained as a guiding voice to the young girl.

Rp Sample: The deck of cards scattered around, held aloft by a gentle breeze. At it's source was a small girl. She looked no older than 6 and yet her eyes held a sadness that was more often associated with age. Within was loss and betrayal, and yet one could also feel a glimmer of hope, for moments later a great beast cast a great shadow over her. The girl's sadness disappeared at the sight of the sky blue dragon. In it's place was a look of glee, a look a child her age often gave to a mother or father, a look of trust and attachment.

Despite the size and appearance of the creature the girl stood and dashed towards it. She looked like a mere ant when compared to it but her eyes held no fear. With a small leap she latched on to the creatures arm as if to hug it.

"Sylphid!" She exclaimed as she nuzzled into it's scaly arm. Oddly enough the creature appeared to smile back and moved it's face close to nuzzle the girl in return. She took this opportunity to climb onto the creatures head and both were soon soaring in the air.

A flash of light shook the girl from thoughts of her past. 'That same dream huh?' her eyes lazily glanced around the messy apartment she called home. That same image of the past was still fresh in her head and was weighing on her heart. She stood and stumbled slightly as if to shake the sleep from her limbs. Once she regained her balance she made her way to a nearby window and looked towards the sky.

"Sylphid..."

Face Claim: Nanami Chiaki (Dangan Ronpa 2)

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